Mar A Lagoon

A Villanelle with imagery

There you sit, smiles abound

This is temporary, this will not last

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground

Its Christmas time, spirit of the season in the foreground

Taking every opportunity to be telecast

There you sit, smiles abound

Sitting amongst your admirers, partaking of elegant meals in the round

Only those with a social distinction, the wealthy caste

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground

Enjoy your status, for what goes around comes around

What was once so cherished, will soon be downcast

There you sit, smiles abound

Your sunny days will be limited, as everyone around you sees you to be unsound

“ Its the Democrats fault!” when you are asked

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground

15 thousand men at the border, wishing to be home bound

Honor and duty, you know not, yet they are steadfast

There you sit, smiles abound

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground